The day is over and daylight slides into eventide
She moves to perform the nightly ritual
Withdrawing her source of power
From her hip, as she tenderly cradles it
Between her hands

It illuminates the room with Life
And sings with celestial resonations
A bridge, an infinite connection
Between her, the Holy eternal heavens
And her Father

Reverently, she polishes and cleans the blade
Running her fingers lightly along watching
The blue sparks jump to connect
With her fingertips sending energy and endurance
To embolden and strengthen her code of beliefs

Knowing this day is done
The assignment finished, for a day
But knowing that tomorrow,
Her sword will be required again
To fight for justice

Who would know, who would understand
The Power, sent from above
To lift up a sector of believers
That would move unceasingly forward
No matter what!

Who can hear, who can comprehend
The silent heart cry of heaven
Moving across the earth
Compelling those that can hear
To those that are seeking

That each has a sword to carry
Beautiful, deadly, powerful
To be grasped within a heart, a hand, a mind
And be used to complete heaven’s call
To correct and complete the cradle of Life

She knows! She understands the Power!
Of her Father and the dictation of honor
To move forward…no matter what
No matter who stands before her
No matter what blocks her path

She knows! That every day
Someone, some thing will confront her
A distraction, an invitation, an emotional contact
To cause an aside from heavenly allegiances
Away from the Power

To elicit her to lay down her sword!
If even for a minute, to steal the Power!
To strip her and remove the
Ever connecting power of heaven
The all consuming Righteousness

And as she finishes the day
Her prayer is that the strength of heaven
Remain strong within her motivating her
To Remember, To Remember
Always Remember…

That to give in would relinquish the right to her Sword
And that in her heart, the birth of death
For failure to uphold the principals
Of Heaven’s goals for the salvation
Of all mankind…

Remembering that cherubim always uplift and challenge
The heartfelt souls of heaven
And to lose a human soul to earthly desire and gain
Would be to lose a strategic strand
Of a warrior positioned to gain…

UNDERSTAND time of the season
UNDERSTAND the realm of the battle
That who we stand for today
May very well be the last stand
That we make…

He that hath an ear
Know and understand that time moves not
According to man’s understanding
But according to the clockwork
Of heaven and the treatise of revelation



About just stevie

First and foremost...I am not a writer! That is very evident if you start from the beginning. These blogs are the result of an intense relationship with my heavenly Father and I wanted to put my thoughts into writing. Words and music are very powerful...together...each having it's own interpretation! This encourages me that every day be different, with new thoughts and directions. Even now, that surprises me when I go back and re-read an experience I've gone thru. I think I can say, that my writing has improved with time...enjoy...
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2 Responses to DEAR GOD 22

  1. conniewalden says:

    This is a beautiful blog. Thanks for sharing. Connie

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